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Heimdall watched as the King walked through the portal, his eye socket bloody but his head was held high leading his men like the brave King he was. "Your majesty." He bowed his head but kept his eyes glued on the older man's form. He did not ask of the child, for it was not his place to question his King. Of course Odin would know he had watched the whole occurrence and knew the king was bringing back another from the Frost Giant's world. This child was son of the Frost Giant's King, but now was not the time to enlighten Odin of that fact.
Odin nodded. "We have a new member of the royal household, Heimdall. I would like you to meet my son." He stood beside the taller man, shifting the blanket so that the taller man could see the tiny face.
Golden eyes scanned the small form of the king's adopted politely admiring the tiny baby just as his king wordlessly requested. "He is a health boy." He bowed low this time allowing his eyes to lower from his highness.
Chuckling, Odin agreed. "Yes, he is a health boy." Straightening himself, Odin turned towards the city. "Come you have a brother to meet. And we have a victory to celebrate!" With his head held high, the King led his weary warriors away from the Bifrost all cheering in celebration of not just the battle won but that they might live another day with their families.
Thor had been waiting for his father's return. While the toddler might not have known where his father had gone or that he had actually left the Realm, he knew that Odin had not been to see him. His father was always there when he awoke and spent most of the day listening to him chatter like all babies do whether they were in his room or walking through the castle. Of course the little blonde did not know his father was morning for his lost wife and cherished his son even more because he was the last piece of his mother left. He simply adored his father and missed his company.
Before the tot could begin to cry again in such lonely misery and beat his tiny fists into the ground, the door to his nursery opened and in walked his beloved father. Happy squeals erupted from his throat as he attempted to jump from his blanket, outstretching his hands towards his sire.
Odin smiled down at his oldest child. "Ah, little one, I see you missed me." He touched the pale cheek. "I have someone for you to meet." Setting down his bundle on beside his oldest, Odin swept the ecstatic child into his arms before depositing him next to the new arrival. "Thor, this is your brother. He shall be named Loki." He whispered. The older child watched in wide-eyed wonder as his father peeled back the blanket to expose a dark-haired baby. Reaching out with his stubby fingers, Thor touched the smooth skin of his new brother, waking up the newborn. He grinned back up at his father, innocent love of a child shone in his bright eyes as he accepted his brother who reached to grab his hand in his own.
Odin watched the two get to know one another. Thor was impossibly gentle and Loki was delighted to have a playmate. Sending a prayer into the universe, Odin hoped that nothing would separate the two.
A/N: thanks for reading!
Ok so according to the movie, Frigga is Thor's stepmother and since I don't know Norse Mythology or the comics… I'm running with it.